The autumn breeze carried the scent of saltwater and luxury as Francisco Ignacio Leone, draped in a pristine white Dior ensemble that accentuated his bronzed complexion and sculpted physique, stepped onto the red carpet that led to the main yacht. It was a crisp afternoon in Beverly Shores, where the annual Thanksgiving Yacht Party unfolded like a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster. Nacho arrived fashionably late, a trademark charm that always kept the paparazzi on their toes. His aura and presence commanding attention from the moment he emerged. His crisp white shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the collar, hinted at the perfect balance of sophistication and effortless charm, he looked every bit the Latin heartthrob that had captured the hearts of millions. As he adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, his signature smoldering gaze scanned the crowd, the flicker of the sunset and a hint of mischief reflecting in his deep brown eyes.
Nacho moved with the grace of a panther, exuding a magnetic charisma that drew both people and cameras to him like moths to a flame. As he stepped onto the deck, the crowd buzzed with excitement, the paparazzi snapping furiously eager to capture the golden boy in his element. He flashed them a dazzling smile, acknowledging their presence with a nod that was both humble and confident,his charisma was undeniable, a magnetic force, every move he made seemed choreographed, a dance of confidence and allure that made him the center of attention without even trying.
As the initial excitement of his entrance began to settle, the whispers and speculations started to swirl among the guests and paparazzi. It was hard not to notice that Nacho had arrived alone, especially at an event of such grandeur. This deviation from his usual image of the doting, picture-perfect couple with Sunny did not go unnoticed. The cameras, always eager for a hint of scandal, caught every moment of his solo arrival, sparking rumors of trouble in paradise.
But despite the speculative whispers, he maintained his charismatic demeanor, as he navigated through the crowd, his smile remained effortlessly charming, his gaze sweeping over familiar faces and new acquaintances alike. He greeted fellow celebrities and longtime friends with a warm embrace or a playful wink, his magnetic presence leaving a trail of smiles in his wake. Champagne flowed freely, and Franco indulged in a glass, the bubbles tickling his senses as he toasted to the festivities and the promise of a memorable evening, all the while keeping an eye out for Sunny.
a glass of chilled champagne in hand as he passed the crowds, the earlier argument lingered in his mind. a missed call, a misunderstanding, and then the icy silence that greeted him in the morning. He had been clueless about what he had done that was possibly this wrong, but our boy was determined to try and enjoy the evening nonetheless. And then he spotted her, surrounded by her two brothers. Wait, two? He blinked, focusing more intently. There was Emilio, Sunny’s brother who had been absent for four years, standing next to her and santi. His eyes slightly widened in surprise, “So the rumors are true.” Nacho mused silently, his brow furrowing slightly before he masked it with a nonchalant smile.
For a moment, Nacho considered walking over, but something held him back. He didn’t want to disrupt their reunion, especially given the tension between him and Sunny. Instead, he decided to bide his time, he hoped to smooth things over with her later, but for now, he decided to fully immerse himself in the evening.
He turned his attention back to the party, weaving through clusters of guests with a casual grace that belied his reputation. And not long passed before he found himself at the bar again, lifting his champagne glass in a casual toast to no one in particular. He took a sip, savoring the bubbles that danced on his tongue. The evening was just beginning, and despite the drama brewing beneath the surface, he intended to enjoy it. As he moved away from the bar, he felt a familiar presence beside him.
“Cece,” he greeted, turning to face his ex-wife, out there in a stunning short white dress that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the yacht’s deck lights. The years had been kind to her, and Francisco couldn’t help but admire how she carried herself with a sense of confidence. “Siempre tan radiante.” he complimented her, his voice smooth and rich like the champagne he sipped. Their relationship had been a whirlwind, filled with passionate highs and tumultuous lows, but they had to find a balance for the sake of their daughter, his beautiful baby girl Lila. “How is Lila?” Nacho inquired, his tone softening with paternal affection. Although he didnt spend as much time with her as he wished, it was clear that his daughter was never far from his mind, even in the midst the glitz and glamour of his public life.
@raviola Vio
@Caticorn sunny mentioned
@Kristi Emilio briefly mentioned